Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.